If you linger at a pool
my mink heart surfaces, chirps.
Waves break against bone,
lick clefts into edifice.
something sweet between its teeth,
wild for your glance, it wants
my million eyes:
this depth for you, now, only –
this, us –
Ally Fleming is a poet and reviewer who lives in Toronto. Her work has appeared in CAROUSEL, Canadian Medical Association Journal Blogs, This Magazine, and the chapbooks The Worst Season (Anstruther Press, 2017) and What Happened Was: He Flew (serif of nottingham editions, 2011).